When her father tries to force her to marry fat, old, drunken Owen Leary to preserve the family lands, Tess O’Rourke runs away from home. She gets lost on the heath in the midst of a ferocious storm and loses consciousness, only to awaken in a cave, naked and shivering, staring into the eyes of a handsome stranger. To her dismay, the man questions her in an unfamiliar language and then spanks her bare bottom when she tries to run away.

After computers all over Europe are hit with a crippling attack, Quinn, an ex-Navy SEAL now working for NATO’s cyber-terrorism squad, is dispatched to the Irish coastline in search of the problem’s source. It is there that he discovers a naked Irish lass hiding in a cave near an ancient stone outcropping. After she attacks him and attempts to flee, he brings the defiant girl back to his headquarters with a well-spanked bottom. Once there, his medical team conducts a thorough examination, leaving his captive deeply humiliated and even more determined to escape. Quinn has no intention of letting her go until he gets the truth, but Tess speaks only Gaelic and seems to know nothing of modern day life, and hard as it is for him to believe, over time Quinn becomes convinced that she has somehow been transported from the past.

With each passing day his feelings for the feisty redhead grow stronger, and when he discovers that his superiors plan to lock her up indefinitely and study her like a lab rat, Quinn risks everything to rescue her. But can he keep her safe long enough to unravel the mystery that brought her into his life?

Publisher’s Note: Captured and Examined is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spanking, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

She tried to sit up. But something was wrong. She couldn’t move. Tess tried hard to make sense of it all. She was lying on a hard surface, on top of a soft cloth. She wiggled her fingers and toes experimentally. They moved. But when she tried to lift her arm, she panicked. It was tied down. Tess opened her eyes a crack. She nearly screamed out loud when she realized she was strapped, stark naked, to a table in a room full of strange men.

“She’s awake,” said a familiar voice. It was one of the men who had dragged her out of Padraic’s house and brought her here. The tall one. Strauss. He stepped closer.

“These men are going to run a series of tests,” he said, his voice so loud that it made her head ache even more. “Just relax and cooperate and it will go much more smoothly for you.”

“I want to do a complete internal exam,” one of them said. “We need to find out if any of her organs have been altered by the anomaly. If she made the leap with all her bodily functions intact, this case holds tremendous potential for the reality of intergalactic travel.”

“You took her temperature with a thermometer in her ear yesterday. I think we should take it both orally and rectally at the same time, to see if there’s any difference. After taking a jolt of electricity strong enough to do what we think it did, it’s a miracle her insides aren’t fried to a crisp.”

“Strap those electrodes onto her head and let’s get her into position.”

One of the men wheeled a cart over to the table. He came close and fastened a black band around her forehead, with strings hanging from it that led to a box on the cart. Then he unfastened her wrists from the table and rolled her onto her side. Tess moaned and tried to get away, but any sharp move made her dizzy. She was weak as a newborn lamb and her limbs felt like they had been weighted down. Through the fog in her brain, she realized the needle they’d stuck her with had been tainted with some sort of drug, making it nearly impossible to move her limbs.

“Open your mouth,” said one of the white-coated men.

Tess shook her head and then groaned. Even the slightest movement had her swearing her head was split in two. The man squeezed her nose, holding it till she was forced to open her mouth and gasp for air. He shoved in a thin cold cylinder and then clamped her jaws shut around it. Tess tried to spit it out, but his hands were like iron bands around her mouth.

To her horror, she felt a different set of hands on her bottom. She struggled, but the hands were forceful, spreading apart the cheeks of her arse. Another cold, hard object pressed against the opening of her tight bottom hole. Held down on the table as she was, she couldn’t squirm away. And with her jaws clamped shut, she couldn’t even scream.

Tess shuddered, trying desperately not to cry as the object was inserted inch by inch into her nether region. This was horrible, nothing like her naughty daydreams of how it might feel if Quinn slid his finger slowly in there while kissing her cunny.

She tried to squeeze her muscles and force it back out. But firm hands held her buttocks wide apart, while shoving the foreign object deeper inside. She shivered as she felt the smooth hard cylinder violating her bottom hole, penetrating much further than the doctor did yesterday with his gloved finger. The man moved it around inside her, sliding it out a little, then back in even deeper.

Despite her humiliation, Tess felt a wild flutter of arousal. She fought back hot tears of shame. Right now she’d given anything to be back at the farmhouse with Quinn, even if it meant she’d be lying across his strong thighs while he paddled her ass hard. Instead she was lying here under these harsh lights with a room full of strangers watching while a faceless man inserted some sort of unknown object into her most private parts.

Author info:

Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.

As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear. Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.